“Did you just say you wanted to get me pregnant?” she croaked.“No,” he said, a pained look on his face. “That’s not what I said, or at lea...t I didn’t mean to say that. I can’t just ... have sex ... with a woman. I have to feel something for her. I have to like her. Sometimes I even think I love her. Like you said ... whatever that means. I guess I feel like sex is for making babies. It’s fun too, but it’s mostly for making babies. So I wouldn’t do that with any woman unless ... I don’t know .... Sitting on the stool, her chest thrust forward, she held my gaze with her fiery green eyes. Not defiant, but victorious, in a sense. I didn't know what she thought she had won, other than my heart, but there was victory was in her eyes.I moved around in front of her and slipped silver heels on her feet. Unlike Janey's four-inch heels, Sally's were outrageous. The heels were six inches, at least, in height and they had a narrowing toe to torture her all night long. Her foot was pointed almost. " "Consider it done. I'll see you tonight - you know the dress code?" "Of course." "Goodbye then, Judi my love. I look forward to seing you this evening." "'Bye Kayti - I'll see you tonight." Judi dropped the handset outside the tub in a shower of bubbles and subsided into the water. What was it Kayti had called the Coach House, sacred ground? God, she was right! As far as Judi knew, none of Suzi's lovers had ever spent the night there - until now, that was. She felt an odd, hollow feeling in. Samantha sat back on the stool and spread her legs. With a deep breath, she started to push the larger tube into her cunt, past her swollen pussy lips that were burning with the desire to have an orgasm and spurned on by thoughts of her friend’s seventeen-year-old little sister. Harper may have been a year younger than she was, but the teen definitely knew more than she did when it came to sex, including self-gratification, and that was really turning Samantha on.As the larger tube was pushed.